It took some time, but Lin Xuan finally steadied himself.
He withdrew from his explosive state, his entire body calming down.
Then, he released his grip, and the white sphere dropped to the ground.
However, instead of erupting, the sphere spread outward in a perfect circle beneath Lin Xuan’s feet.
A white ring formed around him.
The sight was unmistakably ominous. The members of the Heavenly Demon Sect quickly retreated from the white circle.
Only Su Luo remained within it.
Lin Xuan clasped his hands together and roared, "Celestial Domain—Boundless Void Sword Array!"
A blinding white light engulfed the surroundings, and countless swords formed of spiritual energy shot up from the white circle beneath him.
The swords danced wildly within the white domain, ricocheting unpredictably, following no discernible pattern.
Yet with each rebound, they grew faster and sharper.
From a distance, the spectacle was dazzling—almost dizzying.
Even those outside the domain could sense its terrifying power.
Had they remained inside, they would have been instantly pierced by countless luminous blades.
Truthfully, Lin Xuan wasn’t yet capable of unleashing a true Celestial Domain. This was merely a diluted version, unworthy of being called a celestial technique.
This move was something he had devised long ago as a "surprise" for Su Luo. Recently, inspired by his celestial inheritance, he had refined and strengthened it.
Now, it was his ultimate trump card.
Even this diluted version carried a trace of celestial might—impressive in form and formidable in power.
Su Luo casually deflected the incoming blades with his sword, unbothered.
"Thanks for saving this just for me."
A surprise? Sure. But not much of one.
Though his swings grew faster, Su Luo remained at ease.
Within the domain, the swords gained momentum with each rebound, their power escalating.
Yet no matter how much they accelerated, all they did was force Su Luo to swing a little quicker. There was no real threat.
Had this been Su Luo from an earlier point in the story, he would have been annihilated without a trace.
But the current Su Luo had clawed his way to strength through sheer effort. He would not lose.
The opponent Lin Xuan faced now was Su Luo—the diary-wielding, overpowered version.
Still, one had to wonder what had driven Lin Xuan to develop such a dangerous technique.
Good thing I’m a step ahead.
Su Luo didn’t bother countering. He simply waited to see if Lin Xuan had any follow-up attacks.
But there were none—just one final, massive luminous sword that bounced around a few times.
Nothing special.
By now, Lin Xuan wasn’t even looking at Su Luo. He could tell his opponent was still completely unfazed.
Even so, he poured every last ounce of his strength into maintaining the domain until the very end.
Eventually, Lin Xuan’s consciousness faded. He stood motionless, yet the energy continued to pour out.
Su Luo decided it was time to end this.
"Cleave."
With a single slash, Su Luo split Lin Xuan’s Celestial Domain apart.
BOOM!
The collision of energies triggered a massive explosion.
A flash of white light—then silence.
The shockwave swept up even those outside the domain, leaving no one untouched.
As the dust settled, Su Luo was the only one still standing.
The rest had been knocked unconscious by the blast.
Well, that’s that. Not bad.
With a casual wave, Su Luo levitated the surviving members of the Heavenly Demon Sect into the air.
He carried them out of the secret realm, leaving only Lin Xuan behind.
Much later, Lin Xuan finally stirred.
The moment his eyes opened, he gritted through the pain and immediately assumed a defensive stance, scanning for threats.
But there were none.
Only then did it sink in—he was alive.
Where was Su Luo?
The man was nowhere to be seen.
Lin Xuan couldn’t decipher what message Su Luo had meant to send.
But seeing the untouched spirit stone mines and resources around him, he had an inkling.
Did he come to deliver supplies?
Seems like it.
Lin Xuan wasted no time gathering everything he could carry. The news from the north wasn’t good.
The demon beast horde’s movements had grown increasingly erratic.
Though they hadn’t yet breached the desolate lands, the pressure from that region was mounting by the day.
Lin Xuan knew it was only a matter of time before the beasts launched their assault.
Meanwhile, Su Luo stood in a clearing, waiting for the Heavenly Demon Sect members to wake.
More than half had perished. Their dream of restoring the sect’s glory had failed.
"Demon Lord, what happened to Lin Xuan?"
The moment they regained consciousness, they demanded answers.
"I lost. With my last strength, I brought you all out," Su Luo replied, feigning sorrow.
"How could you lose?!"
They couldn’t comprehend it. Before passing out, the battle had been in their favor—Su Luo had the upper hand.
How could they wake up to defeat?
Fury overtook them. Disregarding decorum, they confronted him.
"We exhausted Lin Xuan for you! How did you still fail?!"
This outcome was unacceptable.
"Are you blaming me?" Su Luo asked.
"N-no…"
The speaker immediately backed down.
But not everyone was so timid.
"Yes, we are! If you can’t even win this, what kind of Demon Lord are you?!"
The others stared at the bold speaker. Had he lost his mind?
Don’t push it.
But push it he did.
"Even I could’ve won against a weakened Lin Xuan. That so-called Celestial Domain was just a gimmick!"
"Why couldn’t you break it?!"
On and on he ranted.
Would Su Luo remain expressionless after this?
The others watched, curious.
But Su Luo showed no reaction at all.
Since when had the Demon Lord become so indifferent? To endure such insults without a word.
Then they noticed—the outspoken man had fallen silent.
He collapsed, dead.
Su Luo drew his sword. "Anyone else have complaints? Speak up."
Who would dare now?
Yet silence didn’t spare them. Another fell.
Su Luo cut him down openly. "You could’ve lived a little longer. Now, you’ll die here."
One by one, he executed them.
The survivors were baffled. A few had spoken out—why were they all being punished?
"Calm down, Demon Lord! We’re not blaming you!"
"Demon Lord, we were wrong! Spare us!"
"Let me go! We drank together—don’t you remember?"
Su Luo’s gaze was icy, unmoved by their pleas.
Resistance was futile. His power dwarfed theirs.
In their final moments, none understood why Su Luo—so overwhelmingly strong—had lost to Lin Xuan.
They never would.
With one last slash, Su Luo ended the final survivor.
The new Heavenly Demon Sect was finished.
Su Luo buried them all—a small mercy.
Originally, they’d had one last purpose: after this defeat, they would return to cultivate the Demonic God Scripture.
When the demon beast horde attacked, Su Luo would refine them to bolster his own strength.
Then, as the sole representative of the demonic path, he would join the great war—humanity’s final stand against the beasts.
But now, Su Luo no longer needed to refine them.
Their resentment ran so deep just now that they even dared to curse me.
If they dare to curse me today, they’ll dare to kill me tomorrow—this is absolutely unacceptable.
Naturally, it’s better to strike first.
So Su Luo decided to clean things up thoroughly.
A clean sweep.
What, you think Su Luo would hesitate to act?
Don’t be ridiculous. From the very beginning, Su Luo never considered the Heavenly Demon Sect as her own people.
Everything Su Luo did regarding the Heavenly Demon Sect was for her own sake.
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